Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.